Since I’m incapable of keeping up with this blog regularly, I’ll make a deadline I can keep. Every Friday. Once a week shouldn’t be too hard. For your patience, here’s two new from “Gold and Blue and Gray.” To catch up, here’s the link to the archive if you need it: LINK

After further criticism from my friends at the Penny-Arcade forums, I’ve decided to go back through and switch much of the hand-written dialogue with similar typewriter font that I use in ‘Unicorns.’ The reason is that it’s apparently just too damn hard to read. I enjoyed the lost feeling the reader might experience, but I do put plenty of effort into the story and would like it recognized, so I’m reluctantly changing it. These two pages were finished before that decision.

After a while it gets tiring rubbing out the ejaculate. That’s when you have to take stock of your situation and say to yourself “It’s about time I put down this shovel and pick up a rag and clean the crud off my damn sports car.” That sums up the past month or so in a nutshell pretty much. I don’t expect you to understand. Just take all this in the spirit with which it was given:

Gloria Farmer is dead. I hate to break it to you. I’m also the one who killed him. Yes. It is I. Isabald Monteclaire. Where have I been? I was never gone. It’s always been me posting this blog. There never was a Gloria Farmer. I made it all up. For one purpose. To tell you the truth.

Apples and oranges are simply a terrorist plot designed to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids.